"Robb, I'm a Dornish girl in the north set to marry a northerner if that isn't the most ridiculous thing you've had ever heard"
"It's not, you speak about white walkers as if they're real."
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Something about Lord Tyrion's warning made Liliana sprint as if her life depended on it. It was the thought that she might of offended Robb in someway. She knew Robb wouldn't be mad, he couldn't be she was only off doing what she had done a million times before.
It was only as she was about to enter did Liliana realised she still had on those filthy stable boots. In a rush get to Robb she kicked them off at the door and padded into the banquet hall a medieval Cinderella dodging split wine and beer splashes on the floor.
She scanned the abundance of faces scattered about the hall, once pasty skin for many had become flushed fuchsia thanks to alcohol. Amongst these faces was her Stark boy, Robb. Their eyes landed on each other; vivid blue and earthy brown.
"Liliana" He called out excitedly. Once Theon had told Robb, that alcohol made women appear more attractive, for this reason, Robb feared being blinded as Liliana already possessed so much. Yet, he couldn't help but look the girl up and down he want to take in as much of her as he could tonight finely dressed and sweet. His eyebrows worked in confusion as go eyes met her lower half. "You're barefoot ?" Robb pointed out as if, the girl wasn't aware of the chilly air on her feet. It didn't matter to her, she was here stood in front of Robb feeling electrified, she swooped his goblet from his clumsy grip and pressed it to her lips. It wasn't as though he needed it he was 2 cups away from a tumble flat on his face besides Liliana needed the push liquid courage for what she about to say "My feet hurt and the King looks too drunk to notice. Now I heard, you wanted to dance. " She tried to look playful, flirtatious even but it came off pitiful imitation of the looks Sansa and Joffrey had been sharing across the room all night .
Robb erupted in laughter, Liliana could practically feel the whole tables eyes flit towards her with curiosity so she smiled till they fell away.
"Who told you that?" Robb asked, still choking on laughter.Gorgeous as he looked flushed faced and full if laughter, Liliana couldn't help but curse herself. She should have known better than to ever trust a Lannister even if, they appeared to only be half of one.
"Now I feel like an idiot. Tell your father to call off the engagement and hire me as the new jester." Liliana sighed dramatically as if she believed Robb would ever dance tipsy or not the thought was outrageous.
"No it's not that Lili it's only the thought hadn't occurred to me till you asked. You're no idiot I'd love to." He stepped away from the table and offered out his hand, which Liliana happily took. "Come let's dance." He led her to the centre of the hall right beneath the candle lot chandler, not stumbling at all it made liliana question how tipsy he truly was.
Then they danced r at least tried, it was more of an awkward stumble; to find the right footing, the correct placement of their hands. When the found it, everything felt as if they had folded into one another; one body ,one soul, one heart. They danced for a while unnoticed by everyone, like for once they were invisible not the lords son or his betrothed just two dancing figures. Then Liliana heard the beat-shift, she heard the deep raucous voiced King shout something about more wine and he used to dance back in the good old days. Simpler times he called it. Nothing felt simpler to Liliana than this, her head rested on Robbs shoulders surrounded by the scent of cherry wine and honey milk soap. She never wanted to leave his side.
"I don't think we've ever danced" Robb stated, it was true despite Catelyn insistence that they should the pair had always found a way to avoid it.
"You don't like it" Liliana squeaked, pulling away doubtfully. It was the sensation of Robb's fingers gripped gently on her wrist that made her stay.
"It's not bad" he replied almost pleading her to stay because by not bad he meant it was brilliant, he could live out his life on this floor so long as she stood there with him. Of course he couldn't day that out right it would be too forward, too soft too vulnerable. Not bad would have to do. The insecurity shifted from Liliana's face replaced with a gentle smile and an intensity in her eyes that captured the heat of the Dornish sun. So they continued to dance and spin around the room. The slow music twirled like a ribbon around their bodies. She rested her head back on his shoulders feeling at home once more. Then he spun her gravity lifted away and it was as if she were floating for a second or two, the candle chandeliers were twinkling with each one of Liliana's delicate spins. The pressure of Robb's warm hand on her back kept her small agile feet from gliding on the floor. "I think .." She began but then broke off, distracted by some out roar at the tables.
"Arya why would you do that!"
Robb recognised the high pitched whine, it belonged to his sister 4 years his junior. Sansa Stark was much like her mother in that she had the Tully beauty she was taller than most girls her age, closer to Liliana's height than she was any of her friends, she had thick auburn hair and shared the same vivid blue eyes of her mother and eldest brother. Though currently all her beauty was lost in rage, Arya and Sansa had never gotten along as much as you'd expect sister's might.
His dark brows furrowed into a frown as he saw Liliana's attention shift to across the hall.
"I think..."he repeated trying to get Liliana to finish her words as to relieve him the torture of wondering what it was she thought. What do you think of Liliana of love? Of me? He want to return to their moment of whatever this dance had been.
"I should take her to bed," Liliana replied still so captivated by the Stark girl drama that she dismissed Robb question. It appeared that Arya had thought her dinner looked better on Bran than it did on her plate. Liliana could only imagine the shame Cateyln felt, when it came to public gatherings the woman was all image, tradition and manners.
Robb resisted his urge to sigh and veg her to stay, instead choosing to smile at Liliana's naturally heart warming kind nature. They had drifted so far from each other that he had almost forgot how sweet she could be."That would be a sweet thing to do."
He watched her as she sauntered off, little Arya by her side oblivious to what played through her mind. Unaware of the broken metronome in her chest, too fast to be steady a beat. It sang the tune of desire of infatuation a song Robb had taught her.
